Today I want to write about Cornflakes, Honey Cornflakes. Up till now, many had already known how much I look forward to the special days of Hari Raya, and to get my fingers on one particular kind of Honey Cornflakes. I kept asking myself, why Honey Cornflakes? People kept saying it's too sweet and it's just cornflakes.
I've made mine independently 2 years back and still counting. P.S: I just had one few minutes ago. So while I was eating the ones I've made for this year, I was thinking about many things. #1. Never forget the day me and and my older sister made honey cornflakes together while we were fasting. The moment I heard the azan, I ate those Honey Cornflakes from the pot we were putting into mini cups, like it was rice. Then my sister asked, "ARE YOU NOT FASTING?" but of course, in Malay. Then I paused, asked her to listen to the radio, and she joined me to eat those Honey Cornflakes like rice. #2. My mother made some deliveries of Honey Cornflakes to some of her friends or cousin, I wasn't so sure, and can you imagine how happy I was being surrounded by tubs of cornflakes all around me in the van. I can actually remember that it was at Tekka somehow. What's important was, I had my own tub of portable Honey Cornflakes, made specially for me. I guess my mother was just worried that I would end up eating her customer's orders. #3. I remembered, to always have some tubs of cornflakes with me when I returned to my mum's place, from my dad's. The one that made all the cooking and baking is usually my step-mother, and the tiniest memories I had with my step-sister was the greatest. #4. During my selfish times with my ex-husband, I was in no contact from my family, or step or any other. We either had misunderstandings or just don't talk at all. I was pregnant, and was craving for my Honey Cornflakes. But during that time, I guess, it wasn't the food that I was craving for, it was that time, that memory with my dad, sister which I was craving for most. I wished time would turn back, but knowing that it was reality, time will only pass, and it won't stop until it resets to 00:00 each day.
Now that I've gotten an oven from somewhere. I can feel each memory from each bite of Honey Cornflakes, and take myself back in time to 10 or more years back. It's not just about biting and chewing and swallowing and complaining about the stickiness of the honey, but what makes it perfect is the moment when the food is in your mouth and on your tongue, you need to stop and breathe the honey, sugar, butter, and oven all in one. For this year, my cornflakes had tiny heart sprinkles, because right now, things are getting more lovely with each day being spent with my pillars of strength.
